Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Japan,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.